The Arkansaw traveler., 1887-11-05
COMING TO THE NEW
 WORLD.
BY BRICK POMERoY.

To-day there came an iron steamer from Liverpool to New York, bring tug besides few who had crossed the ocean before, hundreds of persons who had not. They were chosen lot of men, women and children, selected because of their habits of temperance :; their disposition to peaceful religion {; their good health their faith in the future; their willingness to labor and thus from the soil to bring wealth, as various kinds of property required for the support of man and his at tendants is called. These persons come here, not to sit on the shore on the border land of their new home, but to go on, following tho course of, the sun till they reach one of the ter ritories or embryo states of the west, there to anchor, earn their support, build their homes, erect temples and in obedience to the positively spoken commands of the All Father, to null tiply in numbers, and by labor, re- plenish the waste that must go on that man may live and gain his foot hold to place in the greater procession, the more active field of which is over there.
 We watched the immigrants, as they are called, come from the vessel to the land. There were men, women and children, each with heart, a hope, a life, courage to walk straight ahead into the realms of des- tiny. How they were hurried, hus- tied, pulled, hauled, swore at and abused by here and there brutal, coarse, drunken employee of the gov ernment or its officers in charge at Castle Garden. How miserably the newcomers are treated. They are driven into rooms whose floors are carpeted only with dirt, and whose walls hold old sticks, and here robbed of good portion of what they bring with them; overcharged, underfed, systematically gouged and treated with less consideration than ordinary farmers show to the cattle that form a portion of his wealth, as each resi- dent and new coming emigrant is one more of the props, supports, and act ual componentalities of our country.
 And still, the new corners are bene- fited after they have gone inland. After they have been subjected to the bangs of departure from the old and arrival ill the new. They go on to the west and there meet friends who came over before them and who, in this country and that, in this town or set- clement, or state, or locality, or that one, will find their old frieids who preceded them, not all tramping around band wagon, a throne or a platform, singing and making them selves sick on milk and honey, but at work. Here on new farm, there in a shop, over there on a ditch or in the subjugation of the wilderness, that home, health, happiness, harmony and heaven may follow, as the natural sequence of honest effort, charity to all, malace to none, and each individ- uality protected and encouraged as was the original design.
 How the new corners are welcomed. Enquiries made of the parents and relatives of those who were left be- hind. And how quickly, cheerfully courageously the new corners enter upon their work.
 How soon, after they arrived on our shores, were they moved on. No time nor need for weeping and vail ing because others who are to come are not yet here. But on, and away to the west, to have homes and rest